ALL I WANTED (Hammond/Stubbs)

All I wanted was to get on my feet,
but you're guaranteed a kick in the teeth.
It's all I want out of life,
but my body is a heap.
I cut, I bleed, I'm going to seed.
There are lots of little people in my brain,
but I'm totally sane.
For the last twenty years,
we've had the same love song.
All I wanted was happiness,
but now I couldn't care less.
Nobody knows my name
and things will remain much the same.
All I wanted was something new,
something else to abuse,
give me some industry something to achieve.
For the last twenty years,
we've had the same love song
and for all of that twenty years we've had it.
And all it took was Adam and Eve
to create such a mess as this.
And all I was asking for was a little economic war??
we watched the bottle dance.

ALRIGHT JACK

We adhere to Alright Jack
To the rich and the thin and the meaningless ideas

And there on your back is Alright Jack
He doesn't care about warfare
He must be safe

We adhere to the idea
Of Mr. Sincere
And we adhere to all he holds dear
But all the things that he holds he owns

We reason why?
It's Mr. Jones
Again and again that will always win
For if we adhere to Alright Jack
That patriotic smile will win by miles

He's Alright Jack...

ANDY

I made a friend like I'd never known
Who made me feel like I was a special someone
He cared like I had never done
Why o why didn't I just phone
And now I'll never know what was wrong
But there must have been something
I could have done
Andys' smile was a mia child
And his drink was guinness I think
Andys' walk amused us all
And he was mystifying
I didn't really know him that long
Compared to some
A sense of loss
Like I had never known
And what was important
I had completely wrong
If I could change this world
I'd turn it completely upside down
Andys' mind was a mia child
And his style was to despair sometimes
Andys smiled a million times
He was mystifying

ANIMAL DAY

There are thousands dance to the atrocity of the wartime blues.
He thinks it's a shit dance but he likes the war and romance.

Animal day, send me to war
Me and the boxer.
Animal day, send me to war
Then make me a charity.

He has a thing about pretty things
And the machines of history
He lives in a little black box
In the midst of obscurity.

Animal day, send me to war
Me and the boxer.
Animal day, send me to war
Then make me a charity.

All the censored things
The terminal disease
The filth and obscenity
Running the charities
And all the pretty things
Feeding our memory

BAKED POTATO (Hammond/ Stubbs)

I've read the books of men and women and death.
I've stood in bars listening to conversations about
Jesus Christ and the refugees and the Royal family.
Everybody knows how to cook baked potatoes.
Everybody knows but they still tell you.
Everybody knows which way the wind blows.
Everybody knows.
There's a catastrophe,
then comes the film packed full of art,
You know that for a start and
people like me have something to sing about.
Everybody knows which way the wind blows.
Everybody knows but they still tell you.
Everybody knows how to cook baked potatoes.
Everybody know you can't fill your boots forever and ever.
Seeing black sand,
Can't be compared to anything.
A sally army marching band,
Wasn't what I had in mind.
Seeing black sand and big mountains.
See it.
Impersonating Cliff Richard's lip or Iggy with a bottle,
Is not as ridiculous as Black Rod
knocking a door once a year and never getting in.
Because he wants the people to come and listen to the Queen.

THE BASTARDS CAN'T DANCE (Hammond/Stubbs)

I thought it couldn't happen in my time,
a psychologist's dream of regressive things,
it's flared up again, it's flared up again.
I don't think they know what they are doing
it's a curse and you know that it's worse than the first time.
As you know I've seen some things in my time,
but nothing as heinous as your Chinos.
They've flared up again, they keep your shoes dry in the rain,
there's plenty of water on your brain.
It's absurd but this is the world, this is the world.
The bastards can't dance, but no one seems to care.
We are survivors of that seventies tragedy,
and the designers are beyond belief.

BOOGIE ON DOWN (Stubbs/ Hammond)


Ooh! I like her world
I like the way she growls
I like the fear that stupidity gives
I like the sound as my head cracks when I frown
I like the taste of tea with one sugar in
I'm not speechless I just boogie on down

BOOKS (Stubbs)

I have a pot full of coins
And above it hangs a picture
Of a brother and a sister
There's been a wedding
Black painted floorboards
And a stench like wet cardboard
This is the dead smell
Of another winter
I don't want to be
Bound up like books
I don't want to be
A sad ornament of a place
They are bound up like books
I don't want to be a picture frame
A house full of things
Some of which they hadn't seen
Since they bought the sodding things
In 1980 something
And if only their place
Had a little more space
And a little less waste
That would be something
And if only their house
Looked like in those books
And if only their cupboards
Didn't look like Mother Hubbard's
And I don't want to be
Bound up like books
I don't want to be
A sad ornament of her place
And they are bound up like books
I don't want to be the picture frame
No book in this house went unread
An old cup an old plate and in this house
Absolutely everything seems out of place
Out of place, There were pictures on walls
Just to hide the faults
There were pictures on walls
And a friendly old ghost
That'll haunt me 'till the day
That I die, I have a pot full of cons,
And above it hangs
A picture of a brother and a sister.

BOWL OF FLIES (Stubbs)

Mary Whitehouse spouts this and that and all the ins and outs.
David Ike is right, does he need to give his life?
To prove that he is right?
Do you understand what it's like, to be a laughing stock in life?
Do you understand what it's like or who you are.
Eccentric millionaire, he doesn't care, he'll give it all away.
Then there's the mothers like the woman in the Butterflies,
Ties herself up and dies.
We won't or hesitate to criticize and never in a million years,
Will we understand our minds.
Do you understand what it's like to give away your life?
Do you understand what it's like to be a lost cause?
Like a bowl of flies, we've a very short life.
Lighted cigarettes, burn out in time.
Like a rain forest, but not metaphoric.
In fact like a piss in the Atlantic.
Like a butterfly we've a very short life.
Light a cigarette, it'll burn out before your eyes.

BOX JELLYFISH (Stubbs/Evans)

That all knowing stare, was hard enough to bear, but it's the reciprocated,
gloat that sticks in the throat, the box jellyfish sting stops your heart
befor you know, but you stopped me deader than anything, you stopped me deader
than anything, you put into words like I never could, you sing them through
like I would just kill to, hit that nail on the head, in three words
everything is said, you can strip a butt-end and put it back together again in
perfect English accent, with just on hand better than anything. But I boxed
you in. You were so wrapped up, living in my loft, but you only got in,
because I had a tile off, busy patting your own back, walking forward looking
back, it's so beautiful to watch, she wears a Rolex but looks good in a
Swatch. An she stopped me deader than anything. I boxed you in.

CABBAGE CASE

Dirty man disease
have a real cool time.
Lilly livered son of a ritual gun
Cattle for slaughter.
Low life hell
It's all in vein and all's not well
Inject me life, inject me anything
At anytime
And you fix a smile
It's something new
And you would sell your fucking soul
To have just one more.

Inject me life
Inject me anything at anytime
Inject a smile
You'll be dead in a little while.

Terraced slum filth dwellings fall
Lead in air stunts our fall
Self inflicted disgrace
Sentenced to an armchair death
In outer space.
Inject me life, inject me anything
In anytime.

Cabbage cases squalid little being
In an attic mess
And you will steal my fucking life.
To have a good time.

I will walk a million miles
Just to see something truly obscene.
To see a man dead on his feet.
To see a woman in junk shop street.

A CARTOON (WITH THE PAIN) (Stubbs/ Hammond)

You will live a very long life
Sitting like the judge sitting like the wife
Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask
Why life's hard in real time
Will you be a postcard?
Or will you be a work of art
You can give everything you own
But you won't get rid of the atom bomb
Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask
Just don't ask
You will get your pound of flesh
Get it while it's fresh
With zeal or was it zest
It's not your vocation
You just want the very best
Will you be the firm favorite?
Or will you be a little more dangerous?
Is there a reason
For all this endeavor
Is it music to your ears
Or a reasonable fear
Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask
Just don't ask
Will you be a postcard?
Will you be a work of art
You certainly inspire
You pour coals on the fire
That excite and ignite
And give purpose to life
A cartoon, with the pain
Will you be a postcard?
Or will you be a work of art
You certainly inspire
You pour coals on the fire
A cartoon with the pain.

CHOICE (Stubbs/Evans)

You came around a calling, that's when I hit the ground, running, there is
something in the air, that's not very clear, it's the fear I've found, just
fear unfounded. Just say the word and I'll say I never heard, like in the
films, music plays, and when you're out alone, you hear your own theme song,
and in the blink of an eye you are your postcode you have a beautiful word,
for everything I hate. You gave me a choice, I never knew there was such a
thing, then you take away my voice. You gave me a voide, I never knew there
was any choice, you took away my coice, you gave me things, some strange
ideas. We're specialists, we specialise, in hanging from lampshades, I hope
the winter gardens don't break, I never say the word, Weird Al says it, just
say the word and I'll say I never heard, all the strangers on trains, it
looks like they'r going away again, on holiday. You gave me a choice when
there was not any choice, you took my voice...

CLOSING TIME (Stubbs)

The hardest part is the walking away, turning your back on what you thought
was a safe place, the easy bit is the starting again, it's even easier to make
the same mistake, in a dark cloudless sky, its the closing time, tomorrow
lies, a little bit like the blue sky, cloudless sky, it's closing time, to
moralies. You go straight in the shallow end, ambulance chasing is a good,
good game, embroiled in duty just to justify, a lack of any kind of forward
planning for that rainy day.

COLORADO JOE/ LENINGRAD VLAD

His name is Mexico Dave,
He can steal and he can slave
In his third world debt
That's as much as he can get.
US Ray has a war on reds
In his sick society rage
That rage never ends.

USSR, USA, they're so gay.
His name is Afghanistan Sam,
Has every right to free his land.
Idaho Joe in South America,
This is different, this is America,
Too near to his Texas home
It's no place for young Chuck to grow.
Vladimir has a cause of his own,
Strategic missile, strategic home.

USSR, USA
USSR, USA
USSR, USA
USSR, USA

DEAD INDUSTRIAL ATMOSPHERE (Stubbs)

There's dark satanic mills, there's green and pleasant hills.
We could be riding through Lancashire,
with all it's witchcraft and stale industrial air.
You can hear a melancholy desert song and
smell George Orwell as a funeral goes on.
There's plenty with a license to prostitute and
room to develop the ultimate building.
The air here is dead industrial and so austere.
The air around here smells of religion and vauxies beer.
We are this world.
We watch the sand drain from our hands and we're naive,
But happy, or so it seems.
We've all seen the big red bus,
With faces gazing expressionless.
The breakfast joint that killed the beast,
Helps sow the seed for all manner of dangerous things.
And here it goes again, as melancholy as the last one,
And when you feel as dogmatic as the next,
Then it's time to read into what it is that you do.
The air in here is so industrial and so austere.
The air round here smells of religion and Sunday dinner.
We are this world.
We watch the sand drain from our hands.
This is our world, we are the waters that we learned to work.
The air in here is dead industrial and so austere.
The air round here smells of religion and vauxies beer.
We are this world, the sand drains from our very hands.
We're naive but happy, or so it seems.
The air in here is dead industrial and so austere.
The atmosphere smells of religion and a fish quay.
This is our world.
We are the waters, that learned to work
and you should smell others.

DEEP GREEN BEAUTIFUL LEVELING

Perfume can't hide how you feel
If you feel like me
But I'm part of the most
Beautiful thing I've ever seen
But there's only so much
Room inside of me
And like a bin I sometimes need
Emptying too
It's so much bigger than me
This deep green beautiful levelling
Of everything I see
It washes away
Everything I would ever say
That I cling to
Sometimes the lemmings made sense
Such total sense
I'm a pale of water
That only just learned
To walk on the land
And found the earth
As flat as it once seemed
As it has always been
And with the water in front of me
And behind me just these green fields
How loud it can be reassures me
You can take the ground from under me
Adhere to flat earth
Because I have to
And I bide my time
It's called my life
I feel deep blue
Beautiful levelling
Of everything
That I cling to
& it's so much bigger than me

DISCIPLINE

I've seen people turn to God,
their discipline is praising the Lord.
I've seen people go off to war,
getting discipline and needing more.
I've seen people junk up in the street,
their discipline is needlespeak.
I've seen many things in my time.
I haven't seen water turn to wine.

We all live like dogs,
Our disciplines are laws,
Discipline on TV screen
Ensures the persistence of the mainstream dream
Do what you like, because I'll never ask why?
I value my own life.

I've seen people turn to crime
Their discipline is what's mine
I've seen people walk in line,
Their disciplines were right wing minds.

I will remember you,
I will remember you,
Disciplines are our laws...

I DON'T WANT TO BE THE ONE TO SAY IT (Hammond/Stubbs)

I have a theory, the things you do aren't good for you.
A hymn and a rhyme and a plethora of ashtray abuse.
A bucket full of sunshine and a missile to use.
 I'd love to see you smile or am I just wasting my time again.
And I would rather die than leave you to while away and
I would rather die
than while away the time of, and I would rather die.
I don't need to be smiling because I can dance.
And I won't sit watching days go by.
I don't know what I can try and
I won't be the one to say it and
I don't want to be the one to say it.
I won't be the one to say it.
I don't want to be the one to say it.
I don't want to be the one to say it.

DON'T WORK (Stubbs/ Hammond)

AS fashionable as anything new
Sometimes I credit you
With more intelligence than you've got
And sometimes I don't credit you with enough
Today, we can make things happen
Don't say can't and don't work too hard
A new way, you can make things happen
It's a feeling just don't work too hard
You're the center of your universe
Make the most of it, do your very worst
Get up there with the rest
The bashful cynic, it's alright to be second best
Don't waste your time
It's the heart that's hard
It's the head that's soft
Pretty slogans, and the crimes
And meaningless tokens
Industrious and arthritic
I'd forgive you everything just don't sing
For love at first sight
And for peace of mind
She's a man, he's a woman
They're all human...

DO THE RIGHT THING (Stubbs)

Define what you mean
Define what you say
Define your mind
And do the right thing

Sat on the edge of this menagerie
Watching it come apart at the seems
You can have me if you want
Is what I say that important?
You smell of all the cigs
And cheap whiskey as an arbiter
Of taste, whose taste?

You can talk you can talk
You can talk for hours
To a mirror if it doesn't answer either
Don't underestimate underdogs
They can beat the world
And come back for more
They can dance and romance
And drink the night into coma

You can have me if you want.
Is what I say important?
You can build me up to knock me down
And I'll just keep getting off the ground
You can talk to a mirror it doesn't answer either

You can smile, we will smile
A parody of a human being
Take my heart you take it apart
Build me up to bring me down
Are you Ho Chi Minh or Genghis Khan
You can have me if you want
Is what I say that important?
You are the arbiter of taste
Self appointed and without face
You can talk.

DUSTBIN MODO (Stubbs)

Freemen say walk away
Standing in the shadow of one so great
Little fish, jellyfish, intestate
You can take a piece of me home to eat
Too much thinking, not enough drinking
Hammer and nail, gloriously frail
A longer funeral, packing them in
To throw their rubbish in my dustbin
Demigods of pissing
Looking at a picture with pieces missing
Look fuck off you are boring
Marmite of the masses we find happiness
People die for Jingo
People die for Bingo
All of my life I've been safe
But the circus comes to town
And it's just not the same
And you're still throwing rubbish in my dustbin
A ridiculous state of affairs
And it's becoming less and less rare
My only regret
Was wearing flares and not killing the get
Talk about ozone
Talk about the weather
They just picked the wrong fucking junta
Electro this and automatic uniforms
Throwing their rubbish in my dustbin

EAGLE (ABBA)

They came flyin' from far
away, now I'm under their spell
I love hearing the stories that they tell
They've seen places beyond
my land and they've found new horizons
They speak strangely but I understand

And I dream I'm an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings
Flyin' high, high, I'm a bird in the sky
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please

As all good friends we talk
all night, and we fly wing to wing
I have questions and they know everything
There's no limit to what I
feel, we climb higher and higher
Am I dreamin' or is it all real

Is it true I'm an eagle
Is it true I can spread my wings
Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky
(I'm an eagle)
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
(What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please

And I dream I'm an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings
Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky
(I'm an eagle)
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
(What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky
(I'm an eagle)
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
(What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please

EAT HER FACE

We won't play European
Like we play lotteries
We make bombs and millionaires like
Mindnumbing sit-coms for tv
We maintain wars from afar
For future past glories
We make empire stories
Like we make conspiracy theories
Eat her face
And then it pours again

EDDY BUMBLE (Stubbs)

He was in awe of her, so were we all, and dreams of mighty beanstalks were
better than any shiftwork, the uzzling part was the surly menace on those
prefect lips of yours you learn to fall before you walk, so learn to listen
before you talk. I feel like the bumbe bee, impossible in theory, but that
never stopped him, his life is simply full of meaning, like the smell of old
towels still rubs off on you, even in new bathrooms.

EVIL THAT MEN DO (Stubbs)

If you follow me
I'll take you to the zoo
And I will show you
The whole picture sister
Held together with wires & glue
You can have
All the things that are rare
Because an atrocity here
Is an embarrassment there
Are you the little girl
Who'll grow up to save the world?
Or are you the little boy
Who carries on the evil men do?
Who will talk
For the beleaguered few?
What's it worth this pain of childbirth?
It's something I know nothing of
You were once
The picture of innocence
Even that was stolen
A long time ago
They're still something of the earth
Salt or scum or both
Are you the little girl
Who'll grow up to save the world?
Inner city slums
And air powered guns
Taking the clothes lines
And heading for the sun
Something died inside
Where something used to shine
You were once the picture of innocence
But that was stolen a long time ago
They're something of the earth
Salt or scum or both
Are you the little girl.

EVO POP (Stubbs, Evans)

i never ever want to see you again,
for what its worth,for what its
i'm never ever going to get stung again,
not one more time,never.
i'm going to hide from that view again,
i'm going to hide,i'm not
going to hide from bad news again,
bad news of you.
i've never ever been the clever one,
as you shine,like light
as if that old,old clock of mine,
just struck time,struck time
never ever, i never ever want to see you again,
for what its worth.
as if that old clock of mine,
just struck time.like a mighty gun.
and he will see the sound of a gun.

FAT, EARTHY, FLIRT (Stubbs)

A life full of grand ideas
A life full of grand designs
Of noble feats and noble mind
An entire lifetime of petty crime
And eyes full of pound signs
An observer of what people do
Most people are when they've little to do
Flirting with danger
Flirting with a stranger
It's what they'll always do
I know that while I'm alive
It's what they'll do
Like a time bomb about to go off
Once bitten is not enough
Getting too close is something to do
A fascinating pastime it is too
Amateur dramatic
Divorced from pragmatic
An inherent lack of style
Rotund and robust
Unbridled lust
Paralyzed and blinkered
No common sense
I know that while I'm alive
It's what they'll do
No common sense
A passenger who tried to get off
A passenger who'd had enough.


FATE (Stubbs)

In the darkest of night,
I couldn't see if my life had ended.
I don't go walking anymore,
I won't be there and I can't see them anymore.
Can you understand your fate,
can you conceal it, can you be it anymore,
do you feel it and do you steal anymore?
I'm on a mine.

GANG PARTY

One man's bet
Is another man's debt
One woman's love
Is another woman's violence
One woman's style
Is another's chance to be cruel a while
The man's drink is that man's alcohol for real
The day won't come & I'd like to thank someone
For leaving us to get things done
I pray that day won't come
When all that's wrong
Is how much we love everyone
One man's grief
Is another man's relief
One woman's pride & joy
Is another little shit of a boy
One woman's guile
Is another glance & a secure smile
And that man's party
Is this man's gang rank & file
GRIP (Words: Laing Music: Evans/Stubbs)

There's a place that's in my heart, where nobody goes, I'm screaming inside
outside I'm in control, I wish I could tell you but you already know. Well,
I'm standing at the crossroads, which way should I go? I get a grip on nothing
I know, not even which way I go. I took a dive into your face and swam through
your eyes, I'm in the wrong place, the waters were cold, changed with the
tide and there's no right time, well, I'm standing at the crossroads, which
way should I go I get a grip on nothing I know, not even which way I go, so I
keep my eyes shut, while you keep my hands tied, I get a grip on nothing I
know.

HEAVEN SENT (Stubbs)

Listless and restless in one
Like a steam train has soul
Because it runs on coal
e still have to endure
Because we still can't be sure
Of what tomorrow might bring
Where's the damn cat it's not there on its mat
And there's blue rinse, dry rinse
Dry rot, bally rinse, bally money, sinks blocked
You can remove my spleen
But that's not even of any use to me
A natural disaster
A bit of a bastard
A mutual feeling
Of leveling the blame
The truth hurts
And lies do the same
As fickle as an autumn day
Praise the Lord, Hallelujah just the same
Before I talk to the trees
I'll have a nice pot of tea
I won't breathe a word
Because it has its moments
And that's what matters
Don't let the wool be pulled
And the soft soaping and the gloating
Should be put alongside
The bricklayer's arse and his smelly stained vest
As a vested interest
To be ignored more or less
Sending tanks and blankets
Baby clothes and scuds
Vietnam bric-a-brac
Zippo culture
A heap big totem pole
And a daughtsmans eye for detail
It has its moments and that's what matters
And why does the sun shine when I'm sad
Who is this preacher
Pouring valium on your heart
Paralyzed by high art
And no one is laughing
Because it's like a bullet in the chest
And it's hard to look lively
When you're simply depressed
And who can blame you
When all you get is Fergie pictures
And needlecraft stitches
We go to school, where all we're taught
Is to sit still and be on time
That all poems rhyme
That the sky is blue
And hard work gets its due
And you turn out like a verooka
On the foot of style
But heaven sent you
Heaven sent you.

HERE COMES THE JUDGE (Stubbs)

Here comes the judge,
you can see the freemason in his eyes,
he wears a wig??maybe he won't be recognized.
You can trust the judge, he is old and very wise.
The judge shows nothing at all?
that would be no good for the soul.
My god he is innocent, he is old and very wise.
My god he is innocent.
Cleaner than clean?
middle class and white?
he is always right.
Cleaner than clean, whiter than white,
middle class and fat and his head's like that.
We have got the laws and the judge knows them all,
learned at a bigotry bar.
You can see it in his eyes: he doesn't need to lie.
He resents the day they took his black cap away.
And he's all for hanging men, flogging men with tails.
My god he is innocent.

HOPS AND BARLEY (Wat Tyler)

Hops and barley will be the death of me
It comes from wood and does you no good
Raise your glasses to the good men of Kent
Who worship the hops and the barley

The brew is on the go once again
Joe licks his lips and smiles
for every pint he downs he proves that he's a man
and he comes home full of vile
next morning he vows to abstain
it'll be orange juice next time
but the power of this vine still haunts him
and he raises his glass to the sky

In the garden of England
where real men could hold a pint
the hops were picked
and the barley ripe
and beer was a way of life
now we're told that Foster's the thing
become a lager lout today
so I go to the bar and order a jar
of county 1045

HOW LONELY (Stubbs)

He led a normal life,
he went to sleep at night,
and dreamed so many things.
He didn't like it in lines,
he'd refuse to do some things
that weren't what he wanted to know.
I don't know why.
I don't understand the waste.
Do nothing, ending life.
I don't know why you have it all and you spend it.
And they walk and they run, bullets fly.
So they're given a gun,
they're given minds where nothing shines.
Bullets fly, face down on the ground.
He led a normal life,
he didn't have a wife just yet,
but that was alright.
And I don't know why, and I don't understand the waste.
Do nothing, ending life.  How lonely...
Then the war came,
things just aren't the same.
Then the war came,
and you weren't ready,
how lonely, how lonely, how lonely.

IN THE REAL WORLD (Hammond/Stubbs)

Another day, another sorry state.
Will we ever learn
that there's more things in life than we can imagine.
We whistled to the wind and drank a lot of gin.
Defer the satisfactions of tomorrow
for the pleasures of today.
What has life come to,
All the pleasant things are bad for you
and in the real world,
It's all the good things that kill you.
In the real world, what are you chanting for,
The stench of incense is the only risk he ever takes.
In terms of endearment, in terms of romance,
In terms of ready made, prepacked, plastic bags.
James Bond and Oliver Reed
were never good singers in the real world.
We have no dollars.

KILL DJ'S (Stubbs)

You missing link, encrusted in diamente, polishing turds in the name of
records, you call a turd a tune, just give me Keith Moon, let the music play
because if you speed it up again I'll have to kill you, it's the only way
we'll get anything new today, you remember this, you played it first then took
it off and played something worse, I have to kill you, where did those drums
come from, grease proof paper hit by old scones, and someone pays you. and the
sick and the tired are so sick and tired of familiar tunes, I'll just have to
kill you, I'm sick and tired, of familiar tunes I have to kill you. They hate
the music they play, kill DJ's. Remember when you'd hear a song and you sing
it all, all day long, every word had meaning to, and in one hundred years you
still remember every word, millennium fever is truly here. Give a hippy a gun,
he'd sample it for a drum but me I'd have to kill you. And the sick and the
tired are so sick and tired.

LITTLE WHITE GOD

He's love with the little white god he said
so in love he'll take it in the arm instead
happy somber solumn and demur
are the words that miss a point and a cure
he's in love with the little wrong god he said
I've seen the little beads
on his forehead from another place
there's nothing wrong with this
it doesn't affect any heads
he's in love with the rotten old world
he's so in love he'll take it in the arm of his girl
he's in love with the little white god
he's so in love he forgot about being a mod
we can't live by laws, watchmaking
we can't live like laws, babes and children
we can live lords of the flies, it's indicative
we can live and buy, we can live by
he's in love not destructively demonstrative
to himself and you and the world inside
his tunnel vision
its the ultimate pick-up truck
there's nothing wrong with this
it doesn't affect any heads
he's in love with a
he's so in love you wouldn't believe he was once good in goal
he's in soul with the little wrong god

LORRYDRIVERS SON (Stubbs)

Lorrydrivers son, he was what you'd expect more or less, shit-faced at best,
when he recollects, what he can of his sad past, never holding back,
criticised by some, his head was full of romance but his head was a mess. In
his hands he holds his face, which holds his head. how small it is. The
lorrydrivers son, he would do all that he can, he can't do it over again, and
if all he had, was all that he'd said, he would never have said any of it.
Remember Vaux Beer, it's no longer here and even the stoner remembers some
cold old Decembers, we all can, I was there, I'm not here, and the stoner
remembers some cold old Decembers, like you can, circus performer's son.
Gooseberry's son, nowe you are heating spoons up in your bedroom, it's strong
medicine, touching your sadness it's strong, strong enough for anyone,
sunflowers brighten up your place, like candlelight on the plainest face, you
have you have a nice place, you have some very good words about how hard your
life is, it can be, so soulless it hurts.

NEW YORK STATE (Hammond/Stubbs)

I don't know what you're talking about
I look but I can't see
It never ceases to amaze
that this is what you want to be
In New York State,
they dance and date,
there's killing and there's rape
In Washington DC there's music and conspiracy.
You take a look around, what do you see
Things are much the same as they've always been.
And I don't know what I've been fighting for
Just give me more
I don't know what I've been fighting for
because nothing matters anymore.
He's an American dream, independent since July seventeen something
and you won't walk away from anything.
He is your hero, skateboards and Bermuda shorts
and you won't walk away, won't drink, won't smoke
You're in control
And in New York State,
there's killing and there's rape,
and you want all of this?

NOT A DAY GOES BY(Stubbs)

No I didn't think you were wrong
and I can still sing your favorite song.
It's not as simple as forgetting presents that were bought,
and not a day goes by when I don't spare you a thought.
Not a day goes by, not a day goes, not a day goes by.
A time when everything was evergreen.
Evergreen and seemingly ideal.
Nights turning into days and we didn't even notice the change.
Not a day, not a day goes by.

NOT SUPERSTITIOUS (Stubbs)

You're not a politician and without a thought,
you'd build a fort to defend what you are.
You're not religious and without Catholicism
you would turn to god to save your soul.
All I can do is try my best for you
with all my indecision.
All I can do is try my best for you
and we can live with indecision.
You're not superstitious and
without charm you would touch wood,
    if you thought it'd do good.
You're not the sporting type
but without gripe you would bet your life,
    if you thought you were right.
All we can do is try our best for you
with all our indecision.
All we can do is try our best for you,
I can live with indecision.
All we can do is try our best for you.
With all the indecision.
We all need an attitude.

OUR FATHER (Stubbs)

I don't need the United Nations,
it's just like the League of Nations,
we can pray, pray for a better way.
I don't need no conversation along the lines of invasion
what can you say?
Say one our father is what you say
It's one or the other,
I don't think so,
I don't believe this one.
We watched the bloody slaughter,
that could have been in our own square.
What can you say, it's so far away.
I don't need to be tortured
in some South American jail to know it hurts
I can see it hurts.
Say one our father is what you say
It's one or the other,
I don't think so,
I don't believe this one.
At least I don't think so.
So do what you can. We can't be everything.

PALE MOONLIGHT

Let Sunlight Shine On
Bore and Shine on the other ones
It's burning in my eyes again
make that angry

Cause we're dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight
and i can try to put it right
we ought to pray
Cause we're dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight
and i can try to put it right
we wait for daylight

We're moving along
with sad sad sad songs
and i dont like the way you did
make my moving with the times
and i cant beat the walls you built
you built your buildings

live die on your faith
live life on your days
its burning in my eyes again
making dim spot for my eyes
we can feel light that shines
it burns its burning

we shove in hurry nothing in no misery
back and forth doesn't mean the same
and we ought to pray light

PANDORA's BOX (Hammond/ Stubbs)

So what if they're talking,
making up the excuses for the abuses that they perform on you.
As I live, your child will be born,
with its brain on top of its tiny head.
As I breathe they're telling you
it's to do with being inbred and
of course it's not plutonium
that would cause pandemonium.

Don't fuck with pandora's box,
or don't make it so obvious.
Do as you would be done by.
Do as you would be but don't buy it.
Everything under the sun must be for someone.
Everyone living under a gun must be everyone.

As I live and breathe
there's this great big fucking thing
hanging over my head, I think.
And you talk,
outspoken and forthright,
political and erudite.
Pub politic with all its drunken hindsight
that never achieved anything.

Don't fuck with Pandora's box or don't make it so obvious.
Do as you would be done by.
Do as you would be but don't buy it.
Everything under the sun must be for someone.
Everyone living under a gun must be everyone.
Everything under the sun must be for someone.
Everyone living under a gun must be everyone.
As I live and breathe
there's this great big fucking thing hanging over my head, I think.
And you talk,
outspoken and forthright,
political and erudite.
Pub politic with all its drunken hindsight that never achieved anything.
Don't fuck with Pandora's box or don't make it so obvious.
Do as you would be done by.
Do as you would be but don't buy it.
Everything under the sun must be for someone.
Everyone living under a gun must be everyone

PEASANT IN PARADISE (Stubbs)

I lived here last summer, we could smell the drains
while we watched the stinking flies eat what they could find.
And it was all so nice, a peasant in paradise
And we will remember this
when we got burned and never realized
In my mind we should have realized.
I lived here last summer, we lived with all that sweat
when all we really wanted was to freeze to fucking death.
And all too soon the flowers died and it was passing down with snow,
we all went down with the cold, if I had flu where did I go?
And it was all so nice??a peasant in paradise.
We will remember this: we got burned.

A POST WAR PRODUCT OF A FAT MAN'S WALLET

A post war product
Of a fat man's wallet
You would like to invite her
Out she never goes
She painted pictures on her walls
Had friends to tea
She liked her room, she could make it warm
With a fat man's money
And a fat man's smile

And she sat
And you were on her mind
But she'd been sitting there
For such along long time
She was walking, talking grown up
And she sat
And you were on her mind...

PUNCH (DRUNK)

We once made things from steel
And now we're only stealing
Past inspirations
You'll never have free reign
Switching channels for inspiration
When all we need is our strange relations
The strange relate
As proud as punch-drunk
Stealing other people's old junk
And all he finds
Is old perverts' overcoats
Who were too tall
Fat boy bugger all in dirty overalls
Stealing toilet rolls
Arseholes
In aardvark tee-shirts
Pretty little mini skirts
Long stay wedding plans
Tonight of all nights
A garlic disaster in the name
Of creamy sauces for pastas
You bastard
A life full of patios
And Technicolor dreamcoats
Long dark raincoats
Life gangsters
We follow rules of engagement
And I need derailing
And I need digital tv
Like I need conjuring trickery
Or assailing and all I demand

RAZOR BLADES AND ASPIRIN (Raymond/Hammond/Stubbs)

Do you know what it's like, to take a man's life?
To leave somebody, lonely,
cynical and tired of it all,
 wizened and waiting.
I need a break?I need razor blades and aspirin,
 they are good guns
Michael hears things, hears things are no good.
So he will put things right,
Michael rides his bike, and kills everything in sight.
I bend and break?I need razor blades and aspirin
Where are the guns?
I need a break?they are put out of action,
reaching for razor blades and aspirin.
I need a break?I need razor blades and aspirin?where is the rope?
They bend and break and they're put out of action,
reaching for razor blades and aspirin.

RIGHT REVERAND

Here comes the right Reverand Jack
His fetish is deathly white & pure
Like some official english rose

God be by your side
God be in your life
right Reverand Jack
jack up your life...

While we gulp down the television war
Passing napalm to the masses
Jesus Christ, Jesus wept

A regular guy in regular ways
A gospel fuck in a fucking big truck
A bastard gone gasser

Mr. Circumfuck abound the head
Passing napalm on his bother Fred.
While sister Messian gives in

A war over North Vietnam
Where he likes to play Uncle Sam
He won't be seeing you again

Here comes the warning light
Wake up it's time to fight
Reverand Jack will understand...

A SAD DAY INDEED (Stubbs/ Crighton)

Gesellschaft or Gemeinschaft
Machiavellian killing in time lapse
Unfashionable pure becoming fewer and fewer
If you listened, if you paid heed
That would be a sad day indeed
You play ball, You miss 'em all
Sick man, thin man, living by your dick man
Glorious Tories with after dinner stories
If it stands still he'll taint it
Killing color killing each other
You're killing each other
Mata Hari's dance enchants the entranced
You can steal a first kiss
But that doesn't last like ignorance is bliss
The government bleeds buildings and houses
The yards upon yards you pay for it all
Pay for it all.

THE SCHEME OF THINGS (Stubbs)

The scheme of finance, we give it to the ministry.
While you sell flowers, flowers on the street.
And when your only happiness is your charity.
And your only warmth, is communal song.
I have many things,
I have dreams.
I have many things,
I have a place in the scheme of things.
The maddest and the saddest,
In the wickedest underpants and dungarees.
You give away all your money and your parentage.
And all you wished for was security
and all you got was brain damage.
And all you've ever known, and still you were lonely.
Show me a savior, and I'll show you one.
Show me an angel,
Show me the world that you came from.
You're like a salesman,
A foot in the door,
That's what they're for.
Show me a heaven,
After all that's what you're selling.

SKIN DEEP (Stubbs/ Hammond)

Speak now or forever hold your frown
Jesus, you were frowning before I was born
You don't have to say a word
Chaffing in your cocoon
I want to know what's inside you
False face, you won't be remembered
As anything else
It's a bare place and you're more than
Skin deep
Beauty is poetry
Poetry is lonely
And beauty is more than skin deep
The tragedy of the tragic
Is they can never be majestic
No indeed
Show me something I an see
Show yourself as something
That resembles self
Speak now or forever hold your frown

SMILE (YOU'RE IN A PLEASANT AND FREE LAND)

We were born to this century
To a world we've never seen
Our clothes are stained with misery
Has every dog had its say

I've got to smile, I'm in a free and pleasant land
Money grows off the backs of young and old
Chained to a wall in a toyland, they toil & toil & toil
While we just watch and we abhor

There's lots of money to be made
When man walks over man in the game
He wears it well, he's got to smile
It's there on television all the while...

SOUNDBITES (Stubbs/Burdon)

Super furry dromedary, eyese the colour of a dark red sky, and the weekend
should not depend on the weatherman's weather eye. This is the gilt edge of
the wedge, an average grey story, of a revolutionary who was boring too, this
is the spilt milk stench of a wretch, an average cold walk home, avoiding
sunspots, soundbites like snowstorms... a vision that does not focus on, the
weird but rare and their total despair, the crack whore culture, mindful of
nothing, just catchy and touchy and where is the wealth? This is the guilt
edge of the wedge, an average grey story, of a revolutionary who was boring
too, this is the spilt milk stench of a wretch, an average cold walk home,
avoiding sunspots, soundbites like snowstorms... I hope my camel is able to
handle all the treacherous journeys home and I've smelled your snadals and my
camels and yours are truly second to none.

SOUR GRAPES (Stubbs)

Here with me,
that's where you want me to be,
hiding high,no fear
I won't cry,and heaven sent,
head in descent,
here is a hell of a state and I'm in it.
I want a life,
I wont say goodbye,
I will hold me down,
hold me down,here with me,
I don't see,I want heresy,
and here I'll die,
disneylike..days and days,
days and days,It's an unenglish state,
days and days,of sour grapes,
sour grapes,days and days..

Your'e wearing that,wearing that bland old hat,
your boxer shorts, are your most inner thoughts,
a thousand miles of old headlines,
memories of her, that flowerhead,
that sour grape,that unenglish state,
means you do,like to wait,violent and disneylike..
days and days,days and days,
an unenglish state,days and days,
days and days of sour grapes,
of sour grape days
and a thousand miles of old headlines.


SPEAK IN TONGUES (Stubbs)

You won't last for long, and you won't see the setting sun
but its alright for me for you to be what you want to be.
Because you will be brother,
you will be the one,
and you will see the setting sun.
Do it all, do it well because you live here
Do it all, do it well because you live
I don't want to sell, I'll leave it to another day,
and its alright for me to sing about my country.
And you won't last for long, you won't see the setting sun.
Its always the same, it's always the same.
And you will by my brother,
you will be the one,
you will see the setting sun.
We all lived to war, and we are living sons
Now we can speak in tongues.
You don't want to sing that tune, we all want another one
You don't want to sing that tune, we all want another view

SPRINGTIME (Hammond/Stubbs)

There's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind,
That remembers when there was a time
when we danced and laughed an spent some time drinking wine,
and somewhere in there,
There's a little child without a thought,
without a doubt that every cloud is silver lined.
He is warm and everything is new,
and everything is clean and everything is free
and there were still so many things to see.
So many things still left to be.
You're a very small drop in the middle of a big sea
of high and mighty things.
Your fascination for larger than life,
Your brand new appetite, as though we'd invented it.
We danced.
There's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind,
That remembers things, perhaps as they should've been,
rather than lies, rather than the cruelty,
That sometimes we were guilty of and as everyone knows,
We were only young and really couldn't have known.
We were very young and it's nice to know there's a place to go
and still so many things left to see.
You're a drop in the middle of a big sea of high and mighty things.
Your fascination for larger than life,
Your brand new appetite.
As though we'd invented it.
We danced.
It could be the longest time and I'll remember it.
You don't know what's in store, when we laugh.

SUBLIME

He likes to walk on water and walk on pastures green
Breathe life into your dying daughter
Give sight to those who've never seen
Do you believe in righteous causes?
Do you believe in Holy War?
Do you believe in Armageddon?
Do you believe in anything?

It's all sublime, it's all sublime...

In this world where we live
I can do no more than this
And in this world where we live
I can do no more.

He'd like to live forever
And say all there is to say
He'd like to make a million
And give it all away...

Do you believe in ideal causes
Direct fate, holy wedlock, welfare state
Revolution, absolution, etc...... etc.

THIS LAND

Your swastikas and shiny boots
Are the tools that you use
How much more stupid can you be
Waving your flags in front of me

We are this land
This land I can't understand
We are all this land
This land

We are all face to face
No master race, we've seen it all
It's all there in black and white
It's not always right that right is right

A doctrine that divides
Relies on national pride
Let sleeping dogs lie
An eye for an eye...

TRENCHFOOT (Stubbs)

I smell the bullshit like trenchfoot on your breath.
You're like the disease they call 'we're sick to death.'
A personal friend of Mr. Sydney James you say.
Oh no, not now!
Please go away.
We've all lived in times of war.
I can't understand any more.
We've all lived to start a war and
I can't watch these things any more.
We've all lived in times of war.
I can't understand any war.
We've all lived to start a war.
I can't watch these things any more.
I hear sounds coming forth from your full mouth,
but I don't believe what's coming out .
You're telling me you've done more than any man alive.
Jesus Christ how flies thrive.
Nobody listens to a single word you say.
Nobody turned up when they heard you were dead.
You feared attics because they were dark.
Now you fear Manson and you fear Marx.

WALLFLOWER (Stubbs)

A wallflower living in a guntower
He's whistling the Brandenburg Concerto thing
Because he can be Sam collapsing & hysterical
I laugh at the world it's hysterical
I love the way that it turns
But things are more certain in this world
He's going under living out blue thunder
Bite the ankles of greed and get kicked in the teeth
But if you don't bite the hand that feeds
That hand would own your soul and your dreams
Like it owns everything.

I love this world it's hysterical
I love the way that it turns
You can buy Sam, You can buy me,
You can't buy everything, You can buy a washing machine,
You can even buy me,
And the Brandenburg Concerto still whistles in the breeze,
You can buy a video, You can buy Sam's Jeans,
It's as if all I had known was in fact a cancer,
That had grown into an exotic dancer
Never a wish
Or a battered eye
Like a dirty old sod
Makes a pass out of a smile
Tentative booms
Propped up and cocked up
Speaking double Dutch
And seeming strangely shell shocked
I laugh at the world, it's hysterical
I love the way that it turns
But most things are more certain in this world.

I WANT THE MOON (Hammond/Stubbs)

Wrong name, wrong face, wrong time, wrong place,
mass chant, vigilante, bad taste rat race.
We aren't the side who sells but never buys.
We are the ones who run but never hide.
I want the moon.
I don't expect much from honeymoons.
I want the moon.
Some stand, some stare, some laugh or don't much care,
passing time, passing phase, stupid BASTARDS; rat race.
There comes a line when you step out of time.
There comes a clause and a respectfully yours.
I want the moon, we're gonna be there soon.
I want the fucking moon.
I want the moon.
I don't expect much from honeymoons.
Business man, busy mind, contrite, like shite,
nothing like injustice, nothing like a song to sing.
Choose to give icons of our age and
choose to live with one foot in the grave.
I want the moon.
I don't expect much from honeymoons.
I want the moon, a peaceful place that we can call home.
I'm over the fucking moon.
We won't make bargains and won't deal with markets.

WATCHING YOU SLEEP (Stubbs/Evans)

You don't know anything and you don't know what's happening, and chocolate is
like everything and there's no you and me,
that's why I'm all at sea, everyone came along,
everyone singing songs, everyone drank some more, everyone giggled at the
bore, that amount of hindsight makes me blind and what's more! I like watching
you sleep, I never knew anyone quite like you I'd like to meet, I know more
than this, fishing is  more than fish. There you lie next to me, I'd love to
know what you dream? I love to listen to you breathe. I hope you don't watch
me because I'd never sleep it's all become polarised, look at the sky to tell
the time to idolise through idol eyes, I'm just not getting it. He bought you
flowers, I bought you drink, you can't drink flowers but flowers can drink.
It's like a hunger in me, I never knew there was anything or anyone else to
see, it's like that key ring, living is more than life. Than Life.

WAX LYRICAL

I'm a warm-blooded stereotype
With built in faults
That are birthright
Wax lyrical
I would bemoan rather
Than be phoned
I'm as happy as I would
Be over there
Like my hair is beyond repair
You can look just don't stare
Wax lyrical
Hack satirical
You open your mouth
To move your feet
You open your heart
If it's for surgery

WING DING (Stubbs/Evans)

You, you cna stand next to, but you never stand by, you choose who we'll be
friends to. And expect me by your side, I smile at those you don't want me to,
and I'll fight if I like, I won't laugh if I don't want to and I don't have to
tell you why? I hear the sound, of what's getting you down, it's the same
saound as when a mermaid drowns, I hear the sound, I hear it. There's nothing
like tea after a wing ding to make you feel alive, I've seen all of you that I
want to, big part of my life. Now I want to smile a while, I want to see a
lion and I want to wait a whil, I still want to see it all, I hear the sound,
of an autocratic church of a different god crackdown, I hear the sound, it's
like when a mermaid drowns. I want to smile a while.

WINNING (Stubbs)

A million little faces, staring at you,
So put your hand in your pocket
and pull out a coin or two,
And then get back to the job of the day,
Which is all about winning
but you're gonna lose anyway.
Winning, winning.
There's a thing and it's called thief
and they're mistaken in their belief,
That possession is everything.
 I'm going to win.
There's the friendly old state police,
whose job it is to keep the peace.
I don't know how they're gonna do it.
Talk about winning, they're going to break it.
Winning, winning.
Sometimes there's a choice to make.
Round abouts and swings
aren't my favorite things.